Traitor Part 2

Jenny Hexington sighed and riffled through the papers on the coffee table. Where on Earth had the remote gotten to? She could've sworn it had been right here. Wally was always loosing the blasted thing. Maybe it was under the couch cushions or maybe by the shoes like the last time...Uhh! How she hated the stupid remote. Where could it be? The phone began to ring and she gladly took the excuse to forget about the lost remote.

"Hello?" She asked as she picked it up.

"Hello Jinx." She froze, her throat going dry.

"Excuse me? I think you have the wrong number." She says, trying to keep her voice calm. A chilling chuckle fills her ear.

"No. No, I don't. I know who you are Jinx and I have two very important things of yours." That voice...She could've sworn she recognized it. She swallows.

"My name's Jenny not Jinx."

"Stop playing games." The voice replies, this time hard.

"You are Jinx. I know you are. And I have your children." Suddenly, her heart stops.

"What?" That horrible laugh again.

"Yes, that's right. They're so cute. Especially when they scream." Her heart starts thudding in her throat, the blood roaring in her ears.

"What do you want?"

"Good. Very good. We want you Jinx. You and your filthy husband Kid Flash. You'll come to our tower. You know the one. As soon as possible. Or we'll kill them. Both of them. You're lovely daughter and your son. He's the spitting image of his father. It's up to you Jinx. Only you can save them." And then the line goes dead and Jenny can't help but scream. There is a smash from the kitchen and then Wally is beside her.

"What's wrong? Jenny? What is it?" She looks up at him, into his blue eyes, the ones that always made her feel so safe, the ones that are filled with worry, the ones that are like a window into his soul. The soul she's about to shatter.

"They've got them. They've got them." She says, barely keeping herself from wailing.

"Who?" He says soothingly, pulling her into his arms. She buries her head into his chest and tries to remember how to breathe.

"Lucky and Evan. They have them." She whispers, holding him tight. She still can't breathe.

"Who has them?" His voice has an edge. Harder then she's ever heard. She tries to quiet her heart beat.

"The Hive Five."

Russell sighed for what had to be the umpteenth time. It just didn't make any sense. Now, he was no doctor but he did know all about machines and what the medical machine in front of him was telling him was downright frustrating. I can fix any machine, solve any equation but this...how am I suppose to deal with Brenden's whacked up powers working on overdrive?

"Will they be alright?" Russell is shocked out of his reverie by the sound of Mar'i's voice. He looks up from his reports to look at her. She is standing at the foot of Brenden's bed, her hands clasped, her eyes wide and fearful. Ror'i is beside her, her arms crossed, foot tapping, eyes narrowed in annoyance and Bruce, Bruce is in a whole different world, his eyes staring out the window like they aren't even there.

"So? Earth to Russell." Ror'i says, her voice laced with aggravation.

"Um...I think so. Maybe." He says, feeling extremely useless.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ror'i asks, her voiced filled with venomous sugar.

"I can't be a hundred percent sure. I don't even know what happened to them in the first place. All we know is that Brenden went down and Carolanne and Mark both felt it, seeing as both their last words were Brenden. We also know that I got an automatic distress call from Lucky."

"And that means...?" Ror'i asks.

"There are only two ways to give an automatic distress call. One, you push the button on the side, or two, your communicator is destroyed. I got one from Lucky and then got one from Evan right after. Before I went to pick up Mar'i and Brenden, I stopped at their warehouse and found... nothing."

"And that's a problem, why?" Ror'i says, shaking her head.

"They were gone, there was no sign of them, their communicators or a fight. It was like they had never been there. But both their communicators reported that their last position had been that warehouse. Something ambushed them there and did a bang up job of cleaning up after themselves. Even more disturbing is that judging by the amount of time between when I received Lucky's call and Mar'i's telling me about Brenden, it is likely to conclude that Brenden's condition is somehow linked to what happened to Lucky and Evan. If he would just wake up, we might be able to solve this whole thing. " Russell stops talking then to let them absorb it all.

"And Carolanne and Mark just passed out for the fun of it?" Russell shakes his head at Ror'i's question.

"I don't think so. Do you remember when Brenden first got his powers and he went all evil?" He asks her. She nods.

"Well he told me that the only thing that stopped him from going over completely was that he heard Carolanne's voice in his head. Now this is only a guess but I think that, judging from that experience and the fact that they are all siblings and that Brenden is very powerful, that their minds are telepathically linked. Not in a big way, just that under extreme duress they will be able to feel each other. I think that whatever affected Brenden flipped on the telepathic link and hit Mark and Carrie with everything that Brenden was feeling. That would explain why both of them said his name before passing out. Hopefully, it has something to do with Lucky and Evan. That way we'll only have to deal with one mystery and not two."

"When will they wake up?" Mar'i asks timidly. Russell shakes his head.

"I'm not sure. They're physically fine, it's just their heads that are all messed up. But Brenden and Carolanne both have self healing abilities so hopefully they'll be up soon." She nods, still looking afraid.

"There's nothing more we can do for them. Ror'i and Mar'i, you two should go back to the warehouse and work your way out, searching for Lucky and Evan. I'll go check the equipment and see if anything pops up. Bruce, you stay here and tell me if anything changes with them." Ror'i and Mar'i nod and head out and Russell isn't even sure if Bruce heard him. Russell shakes his head and leaves the room.

Whatever's going on, they better figure it out quick.

Lucky's eyelids felt so heavy, felt like they were glued shut. Opening them was such a silly, pointless idea. She couldn't even move. Her brain kept sending singles and nothing responded.

Stand. Nothing. Twitch. Nothing. Lift arm. Nothing. Open eyes. Nothing. Breathe. Nothing.

Was she dead? Did she even have a body? What did having a body even mean? What did it feel like?

And then...something. A spark touching her skin. A pinprick. It didn't even really hurt, it was just strange. Maybe feeling was a good thing. And then...no.

A tsunami of agony slammed into her. Drowned her in wave after wave of white hot needles. Lightning danced across her skin, burning her. Razors hacked, cut, shredded her to pieces. Fire charred her. Her mouth opened, a scream tearing itself out of her. An animal wail. It hurt, everything hurt. So much pain. She couldn't think. Her body convulsed as she screamed and screamed. She just wanted to die.

Cool, refreshing ice touched her flushed shoulders. Then it pulled her inward, arms wrapping around her back, burying her face in its chest. Icy breath whispering in her ears, saying the same words over and over again.

"Shhh, shhh, Lucky its okay, you're okay, I promise. Shhh. I've got you, I've got you. Shhhh." Cold diamond drops fell against her skin, wetting her hair, working its miracle magic. The pain receded so it only gnawed gently at her. The heaviness in her eyes vanished and she slowly, carefully opened them and saw red.

Panic assaulted her. She tried to scream but her throat was raw. She was too weak to push it away. Her panic rose and then there was a blinding flash of pink and everything swam into focus.

Evan was lying on the ground. Where she'd blasted him. He had been the one holding her; it had been his voice he'd heard. The red had been the red of his costume. She shook her head to clear it as he struggled to his feet. He came towards her, slowly and carefully. When he stopped in front of her she cocked her head in confusion. The top half of his suit had always been red but it had always had a yellow lightning bolt with a yellow circle around it and yellow sparks. But now it was only red.

She reached forward and placed her hand against his chest. He inhaled sharply. She pulled her hand back and looked at it. It was coated in red. She looked back at him and saw that his chest was dripping red onto the floor. Huh. His shirt was melting. That was strange. Shirts didn't usually melt.

She looked back at her hand and suddenly she understood. Oh no. And the blackness took her again.

Evan watched Lucky slump back into unconsciousness and his heart dropped. Evan collapsed back into a sitting position. He reached up to cover his wound with his hand. He felt the blood leak through his fingers and splash on the floor. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath and fought down the nausea and the darkness at the corner of his vision. One of them had to stay conscious. He placed his hand on the ground, leaving a bloody hand print. He let out the air he'd been holding.

He was going to die. He hadn't been as healed as he had thought. His wound had opened and he was going to die because of his idiocy. But before he did, he was going to hold on for as long as it took for Lucky to be rescued. Then, then he'd let go. When Lucky was safe his reason for fighting to stay alive disappeared.

Lucky woke up. And this time she was fully aware of what was going on. She and Evan were in a cage. A cage surrounded by a level 4 containment field so she couldn't use her speed to escape. They had 5 captors and they obviously wanted them alive. For now. The room they were in was in decay. Old and unused for a very long time.

She took a better look at her captors. 4 of them looked to be teenage boys. Kind of. One looked like a demented five year old on metal spider legs, one was dressed in red spandex with a division sign on his chest, one was dressed in a cape, headgear that pointed up like cat ears and dark clothing and the other looked the size of a professional wrestler. None of them looked to be too difficult to take out.

Their fifth and final captor was the boy she remembered from the warehouse. Only he wasn't a boy. Now that she could take her time and really look at him, she could see that the part of his face that she could see was actually that of a guy around her parents' age.

Why was a thirty-something year old man hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys? The implications weren't good. Well, the only way to find out was to ask.

"Who are you and what do you want?" She demanded. Eyeball guy turn towards her.

"We are the Hive Five and we want your parents." She looked at him in confusion.

"Why? You want a haircut of something?"

"What?" Division boy said in an accented voice.

"My mom is a hairdresser and my dad's the head of customer service at Freetons, the biggest company in Song City. Not that I'm exactly sure what they do..." She had a feeling eyeball guy was going to yell at her when the creepy five year old let a freaky laugh.

"What is it?" Eyeball said to Creepy kid.

"They're here." Creepy Kid responded.

In the infirmary of Titans' Tower Brenden Logan's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright with a sudden gasp.

A.N. I am so sorry this took so long to post. Things have been hectic over here and I haven't had the time.